Tag: women who create
member name: Joyce C.
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October 02, 2007 10:27 AM EDT --
Before I turn in for the night (it's late here!)...
It is Mahatma Gandhi's birthday.
We need his wisdom more than ever now, in this time and age.
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September 29, 2007 12:58 PM EDT --
Concrete beneath my paws,
Click click against unfeeling stone –
A wolf under a human mask,
A woman face:
Hidden under layers.
A wolf’s howl cuts through concrete,
This urban jungle steaming . . .
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October 03, 2007 12:40 AM EDT --
Dawn seems furthest
with the night
an open maw.
I wait for light
like a plant for water,
desert thirst.
I will keep this vigil
my hope around me,
candle burning raw.
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October 02, 2007 02:15 AM EDT --
The bo/peepul is now a predominant feature in my inner landscape.
It is a sacred tree, connected to Hinduism and Buddhism.
It is a tree that teaches us forgiveness, resilience and mortality. It is the . . .
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September 29, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
I am covered in fruit,
Citrus and succulent berries -
Fragrant with lemongrass,
Clad in melons,
Cornucopia in the city.
Urban Gaia,
In jeans and cotton tees.
;)
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October 03, 2007 08:56 AM EDT --
Digging Into Our Psyches
I love archaeological excavations, probably because I am a history graduate and I like all things history-related. I also like getting my hands dirty with the digging and . . .
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October 11, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
phoenix in the clouds,
flaming red, regal crest - sunfire, sun-proud,
spreading wings of flame and cloud,
changing as the thermals change,
always phoenix, always eternal,
ashes to ashes,
crucible-born: . . .
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September 29, 2007 09:02 PM EDT --
morning breaks,
birdsong and coffee:
my bed is still warm.
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March 18, 2008 09:05 AM EDT --
You walked under the sheltering boughs of cedar.
You strode beneath the acacias, barefoot, silent.
You danced around the pomegranates, tasting their ruby sweetness.
You touched the olive trees laden . . .
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October 01, 2007 08:35 AM EDT --
This is the second chapter for "The Basics of Flight", the steampunk story I am writing. Warning: it is a long chapter.
Chapter TwoFinding Her Balance: Standing On Two Feet . . .
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October 04, 2007 05:34 AM EDT --
Note: Trying to get my little 3 year-old to take a short nap is turning into a "my will versus your will" tug-of-war.
Oh, little wolf -
showing your teeth and standing your ground,
Like the . . .
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October 06, 2007 02:04 AM EDT --
Note: This is also applicable to artists and photographers.
When I talk about the 'the writer's eye', I am talking about the skills of observation whereby the writer is able to perceive detail . . .
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October 03, 2007 11:45 PM EDT --
Wolf.
Woman.
Wolfwoman.
Womanwolf.
Wolf-woman.
Woman-wolf.
Who am I?
Am I a wolf
Pretending to be a woman
Or a woman pretending to be a wolf?
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October 05, 2007 03:37 AM EDT --
Bittersweet macha
for a hot summer's afternoon:
I am home.
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December 15, 2007 08:20 AM EST --
Note: I wrote this last December. I think it still have relevance.
The season of Advent has started last week, with the lighting of the first candle of the Advent wreath. To the Christian, . . .
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October 15, 2007 10:15 AM EDT --
I feel like a LOLcat. You know, the pictures of cats with funny words. At the moment, it is "I is silly. Gotz side-tracked!"
Phew. I feel really silly for writing in that fashion!
But it is . . .
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October 14, 2007 09:04 PM EDT --
I love the written word. Heck, I love language - the sounds, the textures and the compositions of it. I write and for a while, I was an editor.
I also love teaching and have taught in mainstream Singapore . . .
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October 15, 2007 06:59 AM EDT --
I wove a beetle into my hair,
a tiny cousin of the mighty scarab:
poor thing, flying in from the cool night air.
I lifted my hand up, touched something
warm and hard...
Beetle in my hair!
Not . . .
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October 26, 2007 11:24 PM EDT --
Hail Samhain moon,
Round bright mirror -
No need for scrying:
Just shine on me.
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October 13, 2007 10:09 PM EDT --
Be real with an open heart -
and like flowers, look at the sun,
have a lot of fun,
Because life is an experience,
a journey with many paths
roads that meet and that part.
Cherish them, love them: . . .
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